Lynn’s a little ahead of us. She looks to be nearly doubled over with laughter. When Bruce and I reach her, she’s catching her breath, pointing at the animals in the pen and at the legend describing them. “This is us! This is us!” she gasps. Ugly little beasts. Some kind of swine? But with tufts of long hair around their mouths. We look at the sign.
...I really thought you meant the Modern Language Association.
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